| Boy on a String The marionetter has your number, He's pulling your arms and legs til you can't stand on your own. Dragging your conscience on the stage, and your heart gets rearranged, Til you cannot tell your mentor from your maker. Look at the crowd bleeding with laughter, Over the way you entertain at beck and cal. They don't see behind the lights or the painted backgrounds, They just like to see you fall. But you don't really mind, And you're just wasting time, You don't feel anything, You're a boy on a string. Feeling a sadness like Gapetto, Watching the life that he created run away. Seeing the puppeteer's intrusion and holding the remains, Of puppets that had rotted away. One day the curtain will not open, And all of the crowds will go away. Someday those strings will choke you, but until that day. chorus Flood Rain, rain on my face, It hasn't stopped raining for days. My world is a flood, Slowly I become one with the mud. But if I can't swim after forty days, And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves, Lift me up so high that I cannot fall, Lift me up. Lift me up - when I'm falling. Lift me up - I'm weak and I'm dying. Lift me up - I need you to hold me. Lift me up - and keep me from drowning again. Downpour on my soul, Thrashing in the ocean, I'm losing control. Dark sky all around, Can't feel my feet touching the ground. chorus Calm the storms that drench my eyes, And dry the streams still flowing. Cast down all the waves of sin, And guilt that overthrow me. chorus |